Waking up to a winter wonderland is sheer magic
Yesterday morning, just like every other morning, I walked down to the beach to swim in the North Sea. Except it wasn't like any C
Sounds were muffled and it seemed brighter than usual outside. And that was before I'd even pulled back the curtains.
Once I did, I couldn't stop smiling.
As JB Priestley put it: "The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchant...